Can’t sleep, for fear of waking
The pain inside me keeps me shaking
Twisting in the wind, left hanging
Slamming my skull, incessant banging
Grinding my teeth, silently waiting
Skirting the thin ice that I’m now skating
Wishing for everything to just be okay
Knowing that only the darkness will stay
The negative voices inside of my head
Will never stop chiding until I am dead
Constantly fighting the ceaseless oppression
That’s how we fight against manic depression
Tossed to the side like common trash
Not one to mess up the treasures and stash
A muddled heap of discarded flesh
Tears and sobs complete the mesh
As nightfall resumes the thoughts become dark
Negative voices and tones that still bark
A fiery pain that lives in the soul
The brain’s constant war taking its toll
The light above whispers; it’s trying to help
No pain from above to crush the young whelp
Alone in the mire, the swirling abyss
When all from within the voices all hiss
Why are you trying, when you will just fail?
The truth is as hard as the black coffin nail
But still the war rages and fights with him still
The tossed away trash was everyone’s will
Perched on my rooftop, I zero my scope
My target is nearly in view
And when his face is in my sights
It was someone I always knew
The colonel was my target now?
The one who trains me still?
This has to be another test
If he’s the one I kill
He taught me how to play Poker
He always beat me quick
“And now it’s time to draw a card”
He’d say without a trick
And now I’m charged to bring him down
Or let him go in peace
He’d never know if I was here
The threat of me could cease
I chambered one of my best rounds
A choice that feels so hard
I close my eyes and say aloud
“It’s time to draw a card.”
You were on your way home. It was a nice night. Chilly, but not cold. You walked past the same alley you pass every night. This time, however, you miss the fiery red eyes watching you. Another block and the eyes appear in the trees, watching, waiting.
You get home. Unlocking the door, you step inside. Before you flip on the lights, you could swear that you see a pair of glowing red eyes staring back at you from the darkness. With the crackle of electricity, the darkness was dispelled. The eyes were nowhere to be seen.
You rub your eyes. It must be because you’re tired.
Hours later, you climb into bed, weary from the day. As you close your eyes, darkness washes over you. You don’t feel it. You are not aware of it.
When you awake, fire surrounds you. You panic, as you see ever burning pools of liquid fire. You put your head under your covers, praying you wake up. The eyes, you thought you imagined stare into your own fearful eyes.
You try to scream, but no sound emerges.
The only sound you hear is faint. A whisper, but it grows louder as you pay attention.
Murky, sinister, and evil.
Hunkered down in my pain, the walls are closing in
Struggling now to breathe, the air is much too thin
A choking gasp, I reach through gloom
Panic crushed me; embrace thy doom
Fighting back the sadness, through the lack of cheer
The stinging pain from stopping up the tears
I keep myself buried to hold you high
I’ll brave the dark, so you won’t die
I’ll take the sorrow and the pain
Just so that way you’ll stay sane
The troubles I face keep building stacks
But still I hold to these attacks
I stay strong for you, that’s what I crave
Keeping this vigil to my grave
Your heart and soul free from this plight
So long as you’re up in the light
Henry ran outside to see what the neighborhood was screaming about. He kept to himself most days, ordering from internet catalogs and really only leaving the house if he had to. This time, however, Henry’s curiosity couldn’t be sated, so he had to go look.
“What is it?” a voice from the crowd asked.
“Is it dangerous?” another inquired. Henry pushed through the crowd to see.
In the middle of the road, in a crater, there appeared to be a flying saucer. Henry couldn’t believe his eyes. He couldn’t help but be amazed. After what felt like hours of staring, the cockpit for the craft opened, releasing a gaseous fume that looked like blue steam. Suddenly, amidst the excitement, bolts of energy shot our, striking the onlookers, having them explode in showers of meat and blood. Henry screamed and tried to run, but his legs wouldn’t work. Petrified with fear, he was forced to look on the chaos with teary eyes. Once more he opened his mouth to scream, but nothing emerged. He stood there, in silence.
A towering figure emerged from the wreckage. A faceless maw of rotating teeth seemed to look directly at Henry. The being shot out an arm to grab him.
“YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR SINS!” The being cried out, in a high pitched, menacing voice.
“YOUR ESSENCE IS MINE!” and with that, lowered Henry into its mouth.
Henry sat up in bed. He was sweating, profusely. He couldn’t fathom why he would have such a nightmare. Henry looked at the clock and saw it was just about time to get up anyway.
He made himself some breakfast, read the latest headlines online, and got up to brush his teeth. Henry then noticed a commotion outside. his neighbors were crowded around shouting about something. He tried to see what it was from the window, but couldn’t quite catch a glimpse of it. He usually didn’t get interested by the goings on, in the neighborhood, but this felt different. Familiar, even. Henry decided to put on his shoes to go look.
Henry ran outside to see what the neighborhood was screaming about.
In lieu of the American Election results, I feel I should come forward and apologize.
No, I didn’t vote for him. But I feel like I have, because I didn’t do enough to stop him.
We, as a whole, failed the world by electing a human being that absolutely scares the ever living crap out of those with the ability to think. How could we be so blinded. How many of us said “There’s no way he can win. He’s outrageous!” He is a despicable human being.
Now he’s the leader of the most powerful country. We gave him our country on a silver platter.
I am so sorry. We shat the bed, now we must lie in it. Sorry you all have the smell.
When did we become so ignorant? Is this what we deserve? This election has been the most stressful that I have ever seen. I joked about it being like choosing Poisoned Food (Clinton) and A Gaping Head Wound (Trump). The worst part is that it may be over quickly. This is a man who talks nonchalantly about sexual assault as easily as he speaks about using nuclear ordinance in the Middle East. Whose ties with Vladimir Putin are no longer just a joke. This is an individual who will set the progress of the United States back 50 years. There’s going to be blood. It’s scary.
The best case scenario would be if he’s the most boring president. If he sits there and does nothing of any note. He said that he wants to be The People’s President. Yeah. You’re the amalgamation of fear and hatred. You’re the single patron saint of bigotry.
This sets a dangerous precedent for America. I used to be proud to be American I’m ashamed of my countrymen. How could we let this happen?
I realize I am not the most politically savvy. I know I have the debating prowess of a rock. Maybe it won’t be as bad as it all seems.
Maybe this is how Democracy ends; With thunderous applause.